He advised me to return to Bath and go on with my work as usual until March, but to say nothing of my intentions and prospects.

I returned according to his directions, with a heart so light, that I could not realize that my bonds were not yet broken, nor the yoke removed from off my neck.

I was already free in spirit, and I silently exulted in the bright prospect of liberty.
Could my master have felt what it was to be relieved of such a crushing weight, as the one which was but partially lifted from my mind, he would have been a happier man than he had been for a long time.
I went cheerfully back to my labor, and worked with alacrity, impatient only for March to come; and as the time drew near I began to consider what kind of an excuse I could make to get away.

I could think of none, but I determined to go without one, rather than to remain.
Just before the time appointed for me to meet Mr.Moore, a slave girl named Milly, came secretly to Bath.

She had been one of Capt.